She spins her intricate web

Perfectly positioned between bending branches.

Invisible to unsuspecting insects, she waits.

Dinner is served.

Effort rewarded, hunger satisfied, she

Rests.

Good Morning,

This fortnight we head over to the farm horse. There is no doubt that a special relationship exists between horses and humans. What can you write about our four legged friends?

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poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Regards

Jeanie